As you may recall, I have a Secret Shame. I do love The Place. But, it seems that The Place is only reserved as a comfort for bad things. I have been three times since caving into its siren song: the night before my review with reasonable trepidation; the day after one of my colleagues was killed in an accident; and, Tax Day.
Today, in honor of Tax Day, The Place offered a discount. With a mere 45 minutes for dinner, The Place was perfect. Sadly, I know the menu well enough to not even have to look. In fact, the reason I wasn't carded tonight was because of that knowledge. That has to be a new level of shame, right?
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